Goodwill
A tiny little baby
Born in a filthy stable
I doubt it was magical
But what if this baby was God
In human frame
I think the animals still stank
It was the perfect picture
Of a holy God
Entering a tainted world
The magic was the revelation
Of a God that cared
Enough to become a child
A God that is accessible
A God that is kind
A God that became a man
He identified with all our troubles
He did not shy away from them
Not even from our hostility
He reconciled us to himself
He paid the sacrifice this reunion required
He said “Behold, I AM THE LAMB”
Creator's Joy 